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Portrait of the Author in the Age of Conglomeration.

"the meaning of a lull"

a while longer whirring
whakapapa nectar
hair-raising horizon
ahead red & curdled
these mild days undazzled
dart filigree phantoms
off the coast of carkdire
caraway hearse passing
the squid in its scabbard
sleeps tipsy-cerulean
this word wrangler warrants
no worse than a moose shrug
barking birds encompass

"I wake up in the morning and I am a terrorist."

".. the gurgle and the sway came to me, the tone of steel, the swelling, the sudden leakage to the West. The word: syzygy! — the smell of that gadget that moves and shines between azimuths, coordinates, parallaxes, etc., the height of the sun— everything!"

- Valery to Gide, 1893 via @alinaetc.bsky.social

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